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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
I rub upon your 4/30
I rub upon your
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
#identity
#myself
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 8:27pm
10th Jul 2020 8:27pm
We All Bleed Red
Despite this being the place of my birth
I'm not to keen on planet Earth
That's my opinion, for what it's worth
When lies become truths, and truths become lies
And reality becomes a thing, often denied
That's my opinion, behind which i cannot hide
Behind the mayhem, and murder, and pillage, and rape
Existence on Earth, is like a sour grape
That's my opinion, there is no escape
Countries where LGBT people and more
Face death penalties and prison, what for?
That's my opinion, careful where you tour
The same...
I'm not to keen on planet Earth
That's my opinion, for what it's worth
When lies become truths, and truths become lies
And reality becomes a thing, often denied
That's my opinion, behind which i cannot hide
Behind the mayhem, and murder, and pillage, and rape
Existence on Earth, is like a sour grape
That's my opinion, there is no escape
Countries where LGBT people and more
Face death penalties and prison, what for?
That's my opinion, careful where you tour
The same...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#HumanRights
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
5th Apr 2020 6:01am
I want to say 3/30
I want to say
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
trip the
light
fantastic but it means to
dance
this is not what I want to say here
I want to sign a
requiem
for a
dream but that’s
a movie
for tripping
it’s telling me all kinds of
things
it’s gesturing me
to
conduct
compose
di-
a -
gram
a
mirror
of
my own
light
it’s telling
me to
own lines
& let’s not
drown
in the mirror ...
#identity
#myself
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2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 11:17am
8th Jul 2020 11:17am
Under Pressure
The Entirety
of Sobriety
is clearly not
worth the risk
in this day and age
where the are
very few
legal options
on those occasions
when one needs
to relieve the stress
to relieve the pressure
of living a life
That Should Not Exist
of Sobriety
is clearly not
worth the risk
in this day and age
where the are
very few
legal options
on those occasions
when one needs
to relieve the stress
to relieve the pressure
of living a life
That Should Not Exist
#betrayal
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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2 Comments
fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 5:40am
8th Jul 2020 5:40am
Quarter in the Crack
I don't know what it means
When I see that quarter in the crack,
And I don't mean metaphorically,
Sometimes it's gone but then it's back.
When I see that quarter in the crack,
And I don't mean metaphorically,
Sometimes it's gone but then it's back.
#money
#mystery
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 2:08pm
11th Jul 2020 2:08pm
Hatred
That nasty little word
Divides countless people, countries...
To the world
It's a drug
We need more of
And when we get it
It's not enough
Hatred will tear us apart
Leaving a gaping hole
Nothing more than bottomless dark
Where we used to have a heart
Born into a world
Diseased
We're all an infection
Parasitic Invaders
Sucking the life from our host
The world cannot sustain
We cannot contain
Our mother is dying
And we're to blame
Divides countless people, countries...
To the world
It's a drug
We need more of
And when we get it
It's not enough
Hatred will tear us apart
Leaving a gaping hole
Nothing more than bottomless dark
Where we used to have a heart
Born into a world
Diseased
We're all an infection
Parasitic Invaders
Sucking the life from our host
The world cannot sustain
We cannot contain
Our mother is dying
And we're to blame
#hate
#lies
#greed
#suffering
#hypocrisy
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2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 7:14am
2nd Apr 2020 7:14am
This strange bouquet 1/30
This strange bouquet
of micro-
organisms, poisoning as glassed dandelion
seeds blown, people skirting to a ball wearing bal-
aclavas, canvases
across their mouths highlight the speaking
eyes, the clear palpable
distance
in the torque language is
fear
swallowing an air swarm
Oh, belle-
donnas, you are a
quaquaversal vein
through the micro-scope
of space
of micro-
organisms, poisoning as glassed dandelion
seeds blown, people skirting to a ball wearing bal-
aclavas, canvases
across their mouths highlight the speaking
eyes, the clear palpable
distance
in the torque language is
fear
swallowing an air swarm
Oh, belle-
donnas, you are a
quaquaversal vein
through the micro-scope
of space
#politics
#apocalypse
#culture #fear
#culture #fear
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6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
Lakeside 10/30
The windmills fan their faces in cool joy.
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
Lakeside 18/30
The freeze retreats
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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5 Comments
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